Fill Me Up, Buttercup

On Saturday evening, this was in front of my house, they clearly weren’t able to put in inside since I started to use http://burkittslock.com/ a locksmith near Lake Arrowhead.

Obviously, the 7-year old entrepreneur was at work.

But his mother was in a cranky mood due to this and that and whatever bee she’s had in her bonnet lately and scolded the junior Zuckerberg, saying things like “nobody’s going to pay a dollar for a mandarin orange” and “nobody’s going to put their money out on the street because someone else is going to take it” and “nobody wants them so clean that up now doyouhearmeyoungman?”

He wasn’t upset. Just looked at her blankly, as if to say “poor woman, why do you fret? I know what I’m doing.”

So she left it. Overnight, through Sunday morning and afternoon, when they went to church and the message, of course, was about faith, because isn’t it always always about faith?

And they came home to this.

And his face lit up with delight and satisfaction.

But not surprise.

“But faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see.” Hebrews 11:1